What I think about time wise, ALL the time, is that we're already dead.
Nothing stopping this locomotive into the abyss. Look back 30 years, it went by in a blink. What filled that time in your past to this present moment? In another blink you're gone, and even the most infantile human, even those yet born are also dead.
Nothing can stop time, but one can slow it down to a degree. This is by living well. Only by living well can you slow the clock down. How does one live well? Unplug, set goals, dont shove sebaceous laden skewers down your cheesepipe, be loved, and love those worthy of this finite commodity we call time.
If one can have an impact on another human being's life, all the best. Some little legacy can be cast forth. Too many people piss away the gift of life on the mundane. They cast crotch fruit from their loins and call it a life well lived. This without even spending a second to rear what they bore.
Progeny aside, how many of us let the years be set adrift relegated in one's own comfort zone? The adult womb of the techno era, too frigid to break past this embryonic fluid and take risks worth taking. Dont die with ragrets kinfolk, time is an illusion, idleness is the only reality.
